SOLO STEPPIN CRETE BOY (Explicit) - Lil Yachty
Lyrics by：Deshawn Jackson/Max Rafael/Miles Parks McCollum
Composed by：Deshawn Jackson/Max Rafael/Miles Parks McCollum
Produced by：GENT!/Bangs
Brrt
Look crete
Mm hm
Same nigga breakin' down hoes left
And right yeah
I was countin' up an m on a private flight yeah
All this chrome on my body like
A medieval knight hmm
I was ******* up a sack on that
Purple sprite yeah
All my ******* been official
Even tote a pistol yeah
Even blow up like a whistle
Yeah lie to officials yeah
I'll drip you down in crystals if
I know you're real mwah
How you geekin' out your body off a pink pill
I caught you lyin tell me and I'll
**** with you still damn
I't so many properties I bought
I'm king of the hill
**** nigga need to learn his place
'Fore we put 'em in it yeah
Steppin' and swaggin' I'm runnin' ****
I might run for senate huh
I got a ***** up in the kitchen wearin'
Them coochie cutters yeah
Free my doggy out that cell
Straight up out the gutter sweet
Been them niggas ever since the
Position needed fillin'
And I fear I didn't see it it was just me
And dylan see
You see it was just me and justin drive
Grippin' her hair while she talkin'
Might give her concussion yeah
I don't like discussions damn
I'm too rich for fussin' exactly
Look her dead in her eyes and have that
P***y bustin' yeah
I ain't ever cuffin' yeah
If my corner baby die he psyched out still yeah
Your baby daddy broke no need for him
To write a will yeah
I put paint on my nails *******
******* still still
It's old money in my bank that
I'm spendin' still yeah
Lifestyle **** get twisted I been
Livin' shady creep
I been beatin' up that sack like
I'm devin haney beat it
I don't need a rock friend I'ma step solo facts
I try anything once the lifestyle yolo
I don't wanna be posted on the blogs
I don't wanna answer calls
I did this **** for my dawgs
I just beat up the mall
I just beat up my wrist I was duckin' irs
I was takin' that risk I was takin' that *****
I was flyin' air drake
So I was takin' that switch brrt
***** yeah
They gave me m's at eighteen
Ain't know what to do yeah
I **** a sack up at a jeweler
I was goin' stupid oh
Fell in love with a teller
I don't know cupid
Gotta tell my stepper no'
'Cause he'll really do it brrt
Anywhere everywhere he don't give a damn
Empty the clip reload the clip
We call it sleight of hand yeah
My memory bad so I'm
******* baby on cam' mhm
Bottega coat I copped rip to couple m's yeah
That boy is not a kingpin he sold a couple grams
He ain't no gangster grew up better than adonis graham
It's us
